In Love With My Billionaire Husband

Serena Mclane's P.O.V 

"Are you sure you're alright?" I pursue after him.

Entering into his office, I scan my surroundings and am impressed with what I see.

The walls consist of dark wood panels with bookshelves stacked neatly in corners.

The floors are a Slightly lighter colour than the walls but are not too light.

A big mahogany desk is placed in the middle—facing towards the door— with black leather seats which are placed in front of it.

It seems odd having such dark colour schemes but the huge floor to ceiling window contradicts the colours as it lets in streams of sunlight, lighting the room up adequately without any need for artificial lighting.

My gaze directs back to him as he mutters a low curt ‘fine: Only now do I take note of the presence of another man.

The very same one who we just met in the elevator.

He's adorable in a way.

Adorkable, if I dare say.

"I haven't introduced myself"

I say as I place my hand out for him to shake, throwing Damien a pointed look while I do so, "I'm Serena Mclane"

I say smiling.

The guy who doesn't appear to be much older than me, smiles and shakes my hand.

"I'm Max, it's nice to meet you."

"I need the other files I told you about.’’ Damien says loudly as he leans across his desk, rifling through papers.

"Yes sir’ Max immediately gets into action, passing me a smile he fixes his square black glasses, and then rushes down the hall once more.

I'm sure, working for a man like Damien Stryker will make anyone rush around as if the hounds of hell are chasing after them.

And how lucky I am that I'll be having the pleasure of working with him.

"So what should I do?"

I ask, wanting to help.

Damien seems to be busy walking up to one of the panels— not covered by a bookshelf— and then pressing a certain place.

I curiously look around his shoulder only to see a section of the panel slide back and instead reveal a black box.

A safe.

Damien puts his hand on a small screen as it scans his hand and then makes a weird robotic noise, he punches in a passcode, the door to the safe swinging open.

I'm surprised Damien has let me see he has a safe in his office but I mean after all the time we are going to spend together, I'll be bound to know a few things here and there.

and takes out a

in his chest, way too close, and so

to be engaged and that entails

while opening the lid of the small

mouth drops open as I glance from him

wear a ring but

playing tricks on me or am I really just incredibly daft to not have noticed it before? But I swear, I heard a trace

I glance at him once

it is there, probably by the way he pronounced a certain word that it

a country and spends quite a long time there that they

I thinking so hard on this? Damien probably

the type to go

too into his work and other activities to actually

cant accept

I find myself saying.

ring is

rings but I can tell that it's expensive, I

the other stones,that surround the main one- the

really have no clue except that it's

also very attention

"Why not?"

asks, he

family heirloom.You should give this to the girl

clarify,

"But I am.To you."

He tries to explain.

and shake my head, taking another

to wear this.You will be my fiance so you have to.This’' Damien pauses, testing the words in his mouth, unsure whether to say them

be confused as

"Protect me, from what?"

making a few enemies,’ he says

when I am not there to do so.So you have to

serious then he

hand, holding it firmly in his, and all the while making eye contact with me, he slips the ring on my

face flushes at

an intimate gesture had this

sense with such a befogged mind? We both stay silent, and finally

leave his back as he now talks to a flustered looking

the ring that is now mine, I can't help but to move my

heavy

has left, snaps me out

where

speaks up as he walks

have to act more

wondering as if how on earth to

over to his desk, passing him I sit down on his

an unamused look

of those swivel ones and so that makes